Sunday, December 16, 2007

The good old days...

Received this one as a forwarded e-mail and it indeed put a smile on my face amidst all the stress involved in raising children today. Read on ...

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How did one survive growing up in the 80's, 70's and before?

We had no seatbelts, no airbags and sitting in the back of a ute was a treat...
Our baby prams had the most gorgeous lead based colors...

No such thing as tamper proof bottle tops...
Opening kitchen cupboards was a breeze as safety locks were unheard of...

Cycling was a breath of fresh air - no saftey helmets, knee pads or elbow pads, with plenty of cardboards between spokes to make it sound like a motorbike...
and we were fearless on our bikes even when the brakes failed going downhill...

When thirsty we only drank tap water, bottled water was still a mystery...
We kept busy collecting bits and pieces so we could build all sort of things...

We were showing off how tough we are by how high we could climb trees and then jumping down..It was great fun...
We could stay to play for hours as long as we got back before dark, in time for dinner...

We walked to school or sometimes we even rode our bikes...
We had no mobile phones, but we always managed to find each other...
How? No one knows...

We lost teeth, broke arms and legs, we got cuts and bruises and bloody noses...
Nobody complained as we had so much fun, it wasn't anybody's fault, only ours...

We ate everything in sight, cakes, bread, chocolate, ice cream, sweet sugary drinks, yet, we stayed skinny by fooling around.
And if one of us was lucky to find a 1 litre Coca Cola bottle we all had a swag from it and guess what ..nobody picked up any germs...

We did not have Play Stations, MP3, Nintendo's, Video games, 99 cable TV channels, DVD's, Home Cinema, Mobile phones, Home Computers, Laptops, Chat rooms, Internet, etc ...BUT we didn't get BORED because we had REAL FRIENDS!!!!

We called on friends to come out to play, never rang the doorbell, just went around the back...
We loved being let loose in the big bad world ...without bodyguards...
We played with sticks and stones, played cowboys and Indians, doctors and nurses, hide and seek, soccer games, over and over again...

When we failed our exams we were given a second chance by simply repeating the same grade, without visiting psychiatrists, psychologists or counselors...such were the days...
We had freedom, success, disappointments and responsibilities...
Most of all, we learned to respect others...

Are YOU from that generation?? If that's the case, pass it on to all your friends from the same era...

May be this message will help them forget the stress that surrounds us these days...and just for a few moments put a smile on their face as they remember what life was really like in the good old days...

1 comment:

karmickids said...

Amen. Isnt it so true. Maybe we all need to get back into the villages and leave our kids free...